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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
James Ford
Batterie
Abigail Morris
Chant
Emily Roberts
Guitare
Georgia Davies
Basse
Aurora Nishevci
Piano
Lizzie Mayland
Voix supplémentaires
Emma Smith
Violon
Paloma Deike
Violon
Freya Goldmark
Violon
Phil Granell
Violon
Chihiro Ono
Violon
Rosie Tompsett
Violon
Aleksandra Masurova
Violon
Richard Jones
Alto
Jenny Ames
Alto
Midori Jaeger
Violoncelle
Alex Marshall
Violoncelle
Zami Jalil
Alto
Sam Becker
Contrebasse
Lucy Wilkins
Violon
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Abigail Morris
Paroles/Composition
Emily Roberts
Paroles/Composition
Georgia Davies
Paroles/Composition
Aurora Nishevci
Paroles/Composition
Lizzie Mayland
Paroles/Composition
Rhys Downing
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
James Ford
Production
Alan Moulder
Ingénierie de mixage
Chris Gehringer
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Jimmy Robertson
Ingénierie de prise de son
Paroles
A room at dusk, mastering the art of lying still
Breathe like a girl 'til my lungs fill
Oh, pull your boots up, boys and push me down
I'm only here for your entertainment
I am a dark red liver stretched out on the rocks
All the poison, I convert it and I turn it to love
Here comes the feminine urge, I know it so well
To nurture the wounds my mother held
Oh ballerina, bend under the weight of it all
Ain't it fun to hold the world in your hands?
Do you feel like a man when I can't talk back?
Do you want me or do you want control?
Failure, can't commit to the role, I admit
Was a failure you achieved on your own
Do you want me to care when you just disappear?
I can't win them all (I can't win them all)
Run 'til I fall
How I wish the trees would swallow me
Make me a forest
Take away my soul
I could never give the curse to her
I, I could never live with the guilt of lying
That people are kind
I am a dark red liver stretched out on the rocks
All the poison, I convert it and I turn it to love
Here comes the feminine urge, I know it so well
To nurture the wounds my mother held
Oh ballerina, bend under the weight of it all
Ain't it fun to hold the world in your hands?
Do you feel like a man when I can't talk back?
Do you want me or do you want control?
Failure, can't commit to the role, I admit
Was a failure you achieved on your own
Do you want me to care when you just disappear?
I can't win them all (I can't win them all)
I am a dark red liver stretched out on the rocks
All the poison, I convert it and I turn it to love
Here comes the feminine urge, I know it so well
To nurture the wounds my mother held
I can be the dark red liquor stretched out on the rocks
All the poison, I convert it and I turn it to love
Here comes the feminine urge, I know it so well
To nurture the wounds my mother held
Writer(s): Aurora Nishevci, Emily Roberts, Georgia Davies, Elizabeth Mayland, Abigail Morris, Rhys Downing
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